When the pressure heightened, I prepared to curse Maurice for roping meinto this, but the sudden fiery pain was too mind-blanking forexternalised ange....The worst only lasted for a brief moment. I was helped to lay down, withthe knowledge that I had only been pregnant with one child. I wasimmensely relieved and a hint disappointed.All that disappeared from my mind, when the medical technician loweredthe rosy fragile little bundle on me.I had read everything I could about maternal bonding, down. I don’t know what I expected to see on the other side of the door. The studio had three men, a bed and bright studio lights which made the small room a lot warmer than the cold Prague air. A rotund man had a tablet in his hand and greeted “Miss Poland” with a grin. “This is the scene,” he told her, passing my new friend a piece of blue card. She read it, nodded and went into the adjoining changing room to get undressed.“Sit there, and charge it up.” The assistant pointed to a plastic orange. She yanked me up with her that only put about a foot between us. "Thank you for your extra special massage oil, now I need you to rub it all in for me. Massage your new girlfriend's face with your seed."I lazily brought my hands to her cheeks and set them down. "You are a kinky bitch, I'll give you that," I branded her, rubbing her cheeks."I know, but you aren't. Well, not yet anyway. I'll change that, and then it won't seem so weird to give me the 'Happy ending special'. If you are really. Can you forgive me?" he begged. This was his only way out, he believed - he had to win her."I don't think I could ever forgive you. You behaved like a bastard. You probably are for all I know. Only that kind of person would sneak vodka into my drink. I suppose it's all I should expect from a truck driver or whatever you are. Or are you a butcher?" All the way from the apartment she had been fretting, her pride outraged by the fact that Hugh was probably as common as dirt, as his language was,.